Mature Continent below.
It was as if the whole world was away and it was just Niall, I, and a few old records of The Smiths playing in the background, as I hovered over Niall's small body that laid in the couch from Niall's basement. The room was dimly lit, the aroma of coffee and mint filled the era, and I could feel nothing but Niall's pretty plunk lips molding against my own.
The snow outside is quite heavy at the moment, and the wind only makes it worse. Being around the house was too cold for Niall's liking so we decided to go to the basement to warm up and listen to a few tunes, but that obviously turned into something else.
My hand started to slowly trail up Niall's thigh, snaking it's way up Niall's shirt, feeling the light touch of his milky colored skin. I pulled away from his lips for a second before placing them on his neck, ghosting it with wet kisses.
I kissed my way down to Niall's chest, sucking lightly on the spot next to his collar bones; Niall's breathing becoming heavier, his lips leaving out a slight whimper. I pull away, looking down at the spot I had just marked. "Mine." I whisper, leaving one last small peck on the mark.
I press my lips to Niall's once more, this time, though, the kiss being more heated as I softly bit down on his bottom lip, his mouth slightly gazing open, my tongue slipping it's way inside Niall's mouth, meeting his along the way.
As the kiss became more and more heated, we pulled away for a breath. I pulled Niall's shirt with my fingers, placing my lips at the exposed skin as I continue to pull the shirt up, stopping at his chest in order for him to slip it off, throwing it somewhere around the room.
I let my hands roam all over Niall's waist and up as I kissed him, loving the feeling of his soft skin against the palm of my hands. Niall's smaller hands tugged at my curls, causing a small moan to leave my lips as he did so. His small hands slid past my shoulders, down my waist, tugging at the ends of my shirt.
"Off." He mumbles against my lips. I don't hesitate to do as I am told, throwing my shirt somewhere on the floor.
I look at Niall's eyes, a dark color filling his icy blue orbs; lust.
"Do you want to do this?" I ask.
He nods hesitantly, ❝There's lube in my sock drawer upstairs.❞
I nod, giving his lips a chaste kiss before getting up from the position I was in, "I'll be right back, love."
I quickly make my way upstairs, coldness suddenly filling my half exposed body. I open the door to Ni-our, room, passing the ol' calendar we had made a couple months ago when I had first met Niall. I opened his sock drawer, and just like Niall had mentioned, there was a bottle of lube. I take a hold of it, closing the drawer and then making my way back to Niall.
Niall's body was still laying in the same position when I had left, although his eyes were now closed as he tried to steady his deep breathing.
I kiss his forehead, "M'back."
He points a finger to his ear: no hearing aid.
❝Where's your hearing aid?❞ I question.
❝If you're going to make love to me, I want it to be like this. It's better.❞
I nod, placing the lube on the small beside table by the couch.
I look at Niall, silently asking him if I could continue; he nods.
I kiss Niall softly and sweetly. Wanting to take my time before we go into the actual thing--wanting to pleasure him a bit first.
Niall traces his hand up and down my shoulder bicep, sending tiny shivers down my spine. My hands, on the other line, were trailing down to Niall's pants, stopping at his button and zipper.
